Monthly Archives: May 2011

I was under the impression that there were only 30 days in May. I was incorrect. There’s an extra. A 31st day that I was unaware of. Since I was oblivious to this day I didn’t plan a holiday for it. So I deem this Most Magical Day of All, which is fitting due to me being here at Disney World.

We kicked of the day freakishly early. I was at the Magic Kingdom by 7:30 a.m. We are walking in the park and we haven’t even crossed the threshold when a lady in a motorized chair runs over my dad’s ankles. We laughed. We rode rides. I ate a freakish amount of food. It was delightful.

Disney music played throughout the day. I sang along, naturally. We went to Epcot. It reminded me of the park from Iron Man. We got to walk through the countries. That is the best part of the whole trip. And it reminded me of my desire to travel to Morocco. A Moroccan man wrote my name in Arabic. It was very pretty. I bought a cool terra-cotta box in Mexico. I collect boxes. Bet ya didn’t know that, unless I told you once or something or you’ve been I my bathroom.

But now my feet hurt. And I’m sleepy. And I want to finish Bossypants. I’ll try and post some pics soonish. But I don’t have a computer and the interwebs cost $9.99 per 24 hours. Which seems like too many dollars. So I’m stuck blogging on my phone. My iPad doesn’t have the 3G set up yet.

Today is a day to honor our the soldiers who gave their lives for this country and remind yourself how great it is to live in the USA. I can’t think of a better place to celebrate Memorial Day than an airport. I’ve been over this before, people act differently in airports than normal. They are more willing to share stories with you and they are always more than willing to thank soldiers they see.

I have been involved in three airport military experiences. One time there were 5 or 6 guys in uniform walking by my gate and people just instinctually started clapping. It was like the commercial that showed a few years ago. Then there was the time that I sat next to a solider on one of my flights. He was going back to Iraq after his mid tour leave. He was on his third tour of duty. He was incredibly nice and so proud of his job. Lastly, there was a time that I was going to visit the solider I knew. It was a year ago. He was home for his mid tour leave. He beat me to the airport and popped out from behind a column. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. It was so fun. I actually got to see him yesterday! He is home and safe forever.

So now don’t just think of memorial day as a day off from work, but thank that guy down the hall that always tries to tell you war stories. Wear American flag themed clothing (actually, you should be doing that every single day). Appreciate the fact that you are a citizen of this country because someone thought our values were worth defending and dying for.

Here’s a fun fact! The first Memorial Day was celebrated in Charleston, South Carolina. I was there yesterday!

And this is the part where we learn each others names and I tell you about my day.

I’m officially in Disney World. I rose this morning at 4:00 a.m. (Meredith Moriak, always think of you when I write a time on here. I know I have a lot of typos, but at least my time is in AP style. I think.) I slept in a menagerie of positions at my airport gate and on the plane and on the bus. Public Transport Narcolepsy is very real. But now I’m here. Everyone is in vacation mode.

To explain vacation mode let me explain a situation in the Tulsa airport today. My dad had all of our boarding passes printed out. Two for each of us. He was handing us our pass for Tulsa to St. Louis and I took my other one as well. He said he wanted to hold onto the other ones. I said I was 21 years old and figured I could handle it. My dad rules. He is a combination of 50% Clark Griswold, 50% George Banks and 32% Most Interesting Man in the World. That’s more than 100% for a reason.

My mom is a professional organizer. So our trip is planned well to say the least. I would never see all of the things that are available to me on vacation without her. She has a gift. I will see every ounce of awesomeness this week due to her diligence.

Abby has made me laugh a thousand times since we left home. She was making fun of me in the airport and told me I looked four years old, because I sort of did. I told her she looked like Velma from Scooby Doo. She recently got bangs. I thought it was a fair trade of insults.

Tom Beard is in his element. He has had ice cream. Been to the pool. Yelled loudly many times. Actually today when he was talking I said the following, “voice modulation is real Tina Fey, bigot.” He didn’t laugh, but I did. He is a happy camper.

And so am I. I’ve been a happy little clam for weeks now. Actually since about mid March. I bought a book today in the airport which in case you are wondering is the second book in two days I have read. I bought Tina Fey’s book Bossypants. I knew I liked Tina Fey, but I had no idea that I wanted to be like her when I grew up. I have only said that about one other person. Elaine Benes. From Seinfeld. And she’s not even a real person. But that’s what I discovered. That someday I want to be hilarious and witty and fun. And apparently I need to dye my hair brown.

Sorry I don’t have super influential women that I want to be like. Just quirky smart ones. Deal with it.

I’m home for 12 hours. I landed at 7:25 p.m. and I leave at 7:15 a.m. Disney World is calling. I can’t wait. However, I was sad to leave Charleston today. I got into a routine there. It felt good to be in a post school routine. I miss it already.

I had an outstanding time there. I had so much fun eating delicious meals and spending time with people that I love. I need to update you on my time spent there. I just didn’t have time to successfully blog every night. For that I am truly sorry. But I was with someone I care a lot about. Someone I don’t get to see everyday of my life. So I was a tad bit distracted. I still love all of you I promise. I will do my best to blog my heart out from now on. I really did miss you guys.

I fee like you are my people. I don’t know some of you, but I see your names in the comments section. I get emails telling me someone has subscribed. A lot of you are from all over the world, which is very cool. But I did miss you. Here is my formal apology.

Dear Readers of The Celebrationist,

I am desperately sorry that it has come to a point and time that I have write you this letter within a blog. I care about you all very much. I realize that some of you care about this blog very much as well. And frankly, I’ve let you down. Please know that you and this most pithy of blogs are still very dear to my heart.

But I was on a vacation. A vacation that ended up being much longer that I had initially imagined. A vacation that made me blissfully happy. A vacation that I loved. I realize that I became a little distracted with my vacationing and vacationing activities. But fear not, I will continue this project. I signed on for a year and a year is what you will get.

Please accept this as the most sincere and heartfelt apology that I can muster without seeing you face to face. I do love you dearly. I love seeing that you comment with your interesting quips. I will be trying much much harder in the next week to make this up to you.

Sincerely,

The Celebrator

Well there you have it. A hand typed letter of apology. And now for the updates:

I’ll start with Bermuda Day. Bermuda day was an incredible success. I spent the afternoon on a boat cruising around the Charleston harbor. I saw Fort Sumter. I saw the Battery. I saw a WWII boat, that our boat driver (whom I like very much) tried to tell us was a Civil War ship. It was so fun to just be out on the water. We saw a dolphin. If that doesn’t scream Bermuda Day I don’t know what does. By the end of the day I was covered in salt water mist, but it was worth it. It was so fun. Post boat adventure, I went to a really great bar called the Windjammer. It’s where Hootie and the Blowfish got famous. It’s right on the beach and very fun. We were there on a weekday so we were some of the only people there, which I was fine with. Twas a great beachy Bermuda Day!

And Nerd Day. I don’t know if you will ever truly know the extent of my nerdiness. But it’s there and it runs deep. It runs deep enough to have a conversation with my mom about how my brother’s friend looks like a character from Star Trek. It runs deep enough to get really jazzed when I saw a preview of for a three night special at the movie theater where they are showing the extended edition Lord of the Rings movies. One each Friday night for three weeks. I love it all. Wizards, hobbits, vampires, orcs, goblins, dwarves, werewolves. You name it and I’ve probably watched it. However, I don’t do Planet of the Apes movies. Ever. For any reason. Those things creep me the heck out. But other than that any nerdy sci-fi adventure is right up my alley. Oh, zombies, I’m also good with zombies.

But now I’m sure you would like to know about my Pink Flamingo Day celebrations. I don’t blame you. I would be interested too, but that’s probably just because I’m chronically nosy.

I have been spotting pink flamingos for the month because I knew that this day was on the horizon. (Just started singing the theme to Return of the King called On the Horizon, my nerdiness is showing.) So I was at a high school graduation last week and the students throw beach balls. The teachers try to immediately thwart any beach ball activity, because heaven forbid someone enjoy a graduation ceremony. But this year a student brought a pink flamingo blow up. Genius. I was so pleased. I cheered them on from the stands. I also saw this little number a couple of days ago at a Christmas store in Charleston.

Would have bought it, but I wasn't really into spending $25 for an ornament.

Once I get more pictures from my trip I will post them. I hope you are satisfied with my updates and blog for the day. I leave for Disney World in the morning. I’m sure you will get some interesting things from that adventure.

And here’s the thing, I love the radio. I want to love my iPod in the car; however, I have a problem. My car is new enough not to have a tape deck, but not new enough to have an auxiliary plug-in. So I sort embrace the radio. That and the mixed CDs that my sister makes me every time I have to drive anywhere. She rules.

So I have another radio story. A longish time ago, when I was a junior in high school I was jamming to the radio in my room. On my super cool stereo. I was like totally awesome. Anyway, they were giving away Killers tickets to the 10th caller. And guess who happened to be the 10th caller? Me.

I sounded like a giant idiot. I had never called into the radio prior to that and I haven’t called in since. I’ve got a perfect radio record.

Good news for those of you that are less than pleased with my blogging skills the past few weeks. I have a four hour layover tomorrow in Houston and I will be writing you an apology letter. You deserve it. I have very good reasons why I haven’t been as awesome a scribe. I’ll explain. In the letter tomorrow.

I love pop ice. More than any other popsicle. If you recall, during finals week I ate an astronomical amount of pop ices. Green. Green is where it’s at.

But today is Grape Popsicle Day. Good thing Sean has pop ice and I got a grape pop ice today. Pop ices make the world go round.

I know I’ve been promising pictures (and you will get them) but I’m on a vacation. A really great vacation. One that I didn’t know was going to last this long. But good news, I still celebrate on vacation.

Here’s the thing, I always celebrate, but then I tell you about my day. And right now my day consists of karaoke at a fin bar. By the by, I heart karaoke. Observing. Not participating. There are only a handful of songs that I would sing. Duet wise I would sing Picture by Kid Rock and Cheryl Crow. Solo wise I would sing anything Dixie Chicks, just in case you needed to know. Or in case you really wanted to embarrass me.

I replaced Blueberrry Cheesecake Day with Cherry Pie Day. I went to a friend of mine’s 90th birthday party. We had a delicious dinner and cherry pie for dessert.

I’m not about to argue with a birthday girl about her choices so I made a change of plans. Blueberry cheesecake was no where to be found anyway.

I got to meet the birthday girl’s sweet sister and her nieces and all her people. It was a huge honor to crash a family get together. I had so much fun. I’ve been going to some really birthday parties lately and I’m not mad about it.

I hope that when I am 90 I am as happy and as well dressed as the birthday girl today.

Anyway, the cherry pie I had today was perfect. It was homemade and tasty. The crust was perfect. The cherries weren’t too tart and they weren’t too sweet. I usually don’t even like cherry pie, but this was delightful. Especially with the ice cream I had on top of it.

It’s Nerd Pride Day. But here’s the thing, I’m on a date of sorts. I’m at a really great sushi place and then I’m going to a movie. And I have on my first date dress. As much as I want you all here with me, I really don’t. I owe you a few updates. And you will get them. But let me enjoy this date. I will tell you all about my love of nerdy things soon. Cool

It’s me, Kate!

I believe in love. True real make your head spin love. I like parties. I think you should put lipstick on at all hours of the day. I adore holidays of all kinds. I don’t like throwing ribbon away. I like invitations. I enjoying being surprised by my TiVo box. I have a chicken pox scar above my left eyebrow. I like the song Your Body is a Wonderland, and not in the ironic kind of way. I have a favorite pair of underwear. I have never eaten the suggested serving size of hummus. I want to be Elaine Benes when I grow up.

But mainly I just believe in love.

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